Because of the Sand

Guess What?!  This morning we went for a marvelously long walk by the ocean and I met about, oh I don’t know, a THOUSAND other dogs.  I think everyone in Laguna Beach has at least two or three dogs and they are all out walking or playing on the beach at 7:30 in the morning.  Most of them are big dogs, like me, or like I’m going to be when I grow up.  It was a beautiful thing and I have so many new friends.  Anyhoo…  right when I had resolved that I could maybe learn to like living here, only a little, because of the sand, and the other dogs, and Auntie Cynthia’s squealy noises, right when I came to grips with the fact that somewhere along the line I must have been really bad and My People were giving me away, guess what?!  They packed up (almost) all my belongings, put everything into the truck, and PUT ME INTO THE TRUCK TOO, and we drove home.  Home!  HOME!  Yes, it seems it was just a test to see how I would do staying away from home overnight, and they aren’t giving me away after all.  What a relief. All the way home in the car they talked about what a “little traveler” I was becoming, and how they had left a few toys and extra bowls at Auntie Cynthia’s for the next visit.  They made a list of all the places we are going to go, all together.  Ummm… they also mentioned that I need to stop peeing on the floor when I get so excited to see Cynthia or she’ll never let me near her fancy rugs, but I don’t even care because I am with My People and I am HOME!